Remember this stuff? I did, and I did it at the most inconvenient time.

My chiropractor is a teeny lipstick lesbian, no bigger than a fifteen year old, a niced lady who unlike most other physicians in my life actually helps me.

Because I carry this counterweight with me everywhere I go, and because I’m not exactly a layabout, I have enormous back muscles. My trapezius muscles and my erector spinae muscles (the group of muscles that are so tasty on a deer) are as thick around as a person’s calf.
My chiropracter always comments on this, and often has to have someone physically help her “adjust” me.
Wierdness below the fold, and potential spew alert.
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